LUMOS
The price we pay for the memories that last a lifetime.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Doctor, doctor, patient.
I set myself up
an appointment with myself
unknowingly in my head.
I asked myself,
"What's wrong here?"
My broken teeth gave no answer,
but only looked
into my glossy eyes
and saw that I
was begging
to be
saved.
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